That story

That story you take with you?

Memorized, stuttered, retold to shreds?

You thought it would never change but I see it morphing.

Giggly on the edges. Don't kid yourself. 

The angry parts? Getting frayed, honey. Going soft.

One story in your pocket, one on your face, one slipping from your hands.

I know you need a story, sweets.

I know it takes a beginning, middle, and end. I get it.

I know it takes a beginning, middle, and end, love, but look at us

You're not dead. This is the middle. I see you kicking!